I hate that psychosis feels like clarity.
Every time it starts getting worse it feels like my head is going to explode from all the nonsense and then it clears and I feel so smart and capable and able and I write and research and stay up for days and journal and journal and play with my little cork board and red string as if I'm figuring every problem anyone has ever had out at breakneck pace and that I'll prove them all wrong and I know exactly what the threads of the universe look like and always have.
Then it eases and I feel like an idiot again, I can't make sense of anything I wrote or took pictures of. I can hardly read the fevered handwriting and none of it actually means anything to me then. The brain fog kills me and I can't think and my thoughts are all bits and pieces like shattered glass that I keep cutting my fingers on so I just don't bother to pick them up anymore. I turn into a slug of a human being and we're back to baseline paranoia, seeing shadows, hearing whispers type problems.
It's so frustrating. I can't even tell which mental state is actually the hindered one. I just want to think clearly, I want to do something meaningful.